D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

In a way, the whole tangible universe itself is a vast residue, a skeleton of countless lives that have germinated in it and have left it, leaving behind them only a trifling, infinitesimal part of their riches.

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.

Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.

Without death there would be very little progress.

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

I'm certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.

It's funny how it usually works out that I end up dying. It sort of works out, because by the time I die, I'm usually tired of working on that particular movie, so I look forward to it.

I've become more comfortable as time has gone on with saying goodbye because... I've been having so many conversations about the cyclical nature of life. It just keeps going.

I'm going to die one day. I know it's coming for me, too. I'll be a mountain, I'll be a stone on the beach. I'll be nourishment.

I still see life entirely through its Darwinian prism. I keep trying to shake off the aftereffects of writing 'The Thing About Life Is That One Day You'll Be Dead', and I find I can't.

Hunting is part of a cycle of life that repeats. Life. Death. Life. Death. Death is part of life.

Aging followed by death is the price we pay for the immortality of our genes. You find this information soul-killing; I find it thrilling, liberating.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Death is the mother of forms.

Death swallows death.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.